Jinbao swiftly darted into Zhouzhou's arms, its tail subtly brushing against Ye Lingfeng's arm, its round eyes narrowing in contentment.
Ye Lingfeng glanced at it but ignored it, striding forward with Zhouzhou in his arms.
Zhouzhou clung to his neck, noticing that this path was one neither King nor Wangcai had taken her before. Curious, she asked, "Daddy, where are we going?"
Ye Lingfeng did not answer directly, only saying, "You'll know soon enough."
Before long, he stopped at a place. Zhouzhou, cradled in his arms, could now clearly see their surroundings, her eyes widening in surprise.
Before them stood rows of stone tablets, densely packed, numbering in the hundreds. In the air, numerous spirits hovered, each bearing the glow of merit.
The sheer amount of this merit light dispelled the cemetery's usual gloom, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.
Jinbao leaped from her arms and ran towards the spirits, eagerly sniffing and licking them, clearly overjoyed.